[Giorno is stunned. He's put down and held there, kept from standing up entirely. He whips his head around just as Joseph gives his directive, and--oh, that anger's very much still there. The stiletto's handle is firmly hidden in his palm now, and it's tempting to stab Joseph now. But Fugo's inside. Fugo is inside, and Giorno has to get to him.]
[He makes a mental note to spit in this giant man's face sometime soon, then slides under the grate and positions himself firmly in front of Fugo, flipping the stiletto in his hand so the blade's out, held low at his center of gravity.]
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[He makes a mental note to spit in this giant man's face sometime soon, then slides under the grate and positions himself firmly in front of Fugo, flipping the stiletto in his hand so the blade's out, held low at his center of gravity.]